"What is this ancient hall made of? It feels... quite unusual."
Zhou Youwei entered the ancient hall, stopped in front of a pillar, brushed it with her jade-like hand, sensing the Dao patterns on it, and spoke softly.
The entire ancient hall was pitch black, its material unknown, giving an inexplicable sense of oppression.
Dao patterns, visible to the naked eye, were inscribed on the hall, with mysterious lights flowing atop, looking extraordinary.
But through the generations of strong figures from the Heaven Suppressing Ancient Sect who came to comprehend it, they found these Dao patterns to be inscrutable, unable to learn anything from them.
Gradually, this ancient hall was abandoned.
However, despite being abandoned for so long, the ancient hall remained exceptionally clean, spotless indeed.
This was credited by the generations of strong figures from the Heaven Suppressing Ancient Sect to the Dao patterns on this ancient hall.
